The Slum Girl and Her Billionaire Husband

The yearning in his eyes was like a thorn that pierced into Yan Yan's heart.    

The corner of his mouth moved slightly as he asked softly, "Hubby, do you like children very much?"    

Zhou Haoqin put down his chopsticks and looked at Yan Yan. He said seriously: "I like everything my wife gives birth to. The child you give birth to is the crystallization of our love. "    

Seeing his happy expression, Yan Yan felt suffocated. Her fingertips were slightly numb, as if the air was suffocating.    

After a long while, Yan Yan forced a smile, "En, I feel the same, but I'm not pregnant. Hubby, you said I haven't made any movements up till now. What if I can't get pregnant?"    

After saying that, she stared at Zhou Haoqin's face with watery eyes. She was looking forward to it, but she was also afraid of getting an answer.    

Zhou Haoqin laughed lightly and raised his hand to rub Yan Yan's hair. "Silly wife, other people might not have children even after getting married for a few years. How can you not get pregnant after how long we have been married? Did you watch some love movie again and put the plot in it on yourself?"    

Indeed, Zhou Haoqin seemed to really like children. . .    

Before, when she wanted children, Zhou Haoqin said to wait. Now that Zhou Haoqin expressed that he liked children, she became like this. Fate really knew how to tease people.    

Yan Yan bit her lips. She felt a little bitter in her heart, but she still maintained a smile on her face. "How do you know? I have indeed watched too many love movies, and my emotions have been brought into it. "    

"Don't think about it anymore. Something like that definitely won't happen to you. Hurry up and eat. Only when we are full will we be able to create imps. " Zhou Haoqin gave Yan Yan an ambiguous smile, then turned around to feed Yan Yan.    

Yan Yang felt sour in his heart. Now, she was even more unable to tell Zhou Haoqin that there was something wrong with her body.    

For a moment, Yan Yan's heart was filled with all sorts of emotions. Her nose was sore, and she endured it for a long time before she finally stopped crying.    

She only left the kitchen after Zhou Haoqin came to urge her.    

In the afternoon, Yan Yan went to the workshop absent-mindedly.    

Because the filming process was already on track, Huo Niannian did not continue to follow up. Instead, she returned to deal with other matters. As for the content of the advertisement, the director would send it to her to take a look.    

Huo Niannian trusted Cheng Ya Qing and Liang Shuge's strength very much and felt at ease.    

Coincidentally, when Huo Niannian returned to the studio, she met with words that were filled with worry downstairs.    

Yan Yan's mind drifted very far, so he did not notice Huo Niannian and just walked away.    

Huo Niannian saw this and went forward to pat her shoulder, "Yan Yan?"    

Yan Yang was shocked and turned his head blankly. When he saw Huo Niannian, his eyes turned red, "Sister Niannian. "    

All the emotions in his heart surged up and Yan Yan could not hold it in and said, "I went to get the results today. The doctor said that the probability of me getting pregnant is very small. "    

"How could it be like this?" Huo Niannian's heart shook. She did not expect the result to be so serious.    

Yan Yan gently shook his head, "I also do not know, Sister Niannian. My heart is in a mess right now. "    

As soon as she finished speaking, Yan Yan's phone rang and interrupted the conversation. She took out her phone and saw that the caller was her mother-in-law.    

Yan Yan calmed herself down and picked up the phone. "Mom, what's the matter?"    

After that, Huo Niannian did not know what she had said on the other end of the phone. She saw that Yan Yan's expression was not very good.    

After hanging up the phone, Huo Niannian asked puzzledly, "What is it?"    

Yan Yan bit his lips and his expression was somewhat ugly, "My mother-in-law said that she wants to come over and stay for a few days. "